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Azazel reached the restaurant where he was supposed to meet Sophie. The girl was already waiting for him. As soon as Azazel stepped in, Sophie ran, hugging him. " How are you, baby?” she pulled back. “I missed you.” She touched his cheek, but Azazel pulled away. “I know, Soph,” he gave his classic Azazel smile, to which Sophie melted like garlic in the oven. “Let’s sit,” he grabbed a chair for her. “I am so sorry about Aunt Baby. We didn’t have time to talk since this happened,” Sophie calling Azazel baby was pissing him off to earth’s end, but he cannot break his act just yet. He needs to find out the truth. A waitress stepped toward their table, taking orders, “Tell me, Zae, why this sudden lunch?” she asked, putting the menu down and touching his hand. “I will tell you, Soph, but first, let’s just eat, Okay?” he pulled his hand back. “How is your Mom?” she brought Olivia’s topic up again, “What did you do to Athena?” she poured two drinks for himself and her. “I…” he stoppe
Azazel returned home late that night, and his guards bowed to him as soon as he stepped outside the car. He needed her because his head was in some places. He loved returning home these days since a particular object of his desires was residing there. He hated coming home to the States, as his bed was cold, and nights were lonely. Sure, he had been to clubs, fucked countless women to ease his ache of not being inside her slick walls, but not anymore. He could come home now, and she will be waiting for him. He knew Athena must be asleep; from what he understood, she was a go-to-bed early type of girl. He was always used to a quiet house. That is how he kept it back in the States, but now, he loved watching her sleep. He might be called a creep, but watching her brought him peace, a peace he would never have in waking life. After a long, exhausting day, her face was what provided him relief. He walked up to her room, he touched the knob to twist it, but it seemed like she locked it.
Azazel was in his office when Tristan walked in. He threw some papers on his brother’s desk. He raised his eyebrow in a question. “I told you we would find nothing from that text,” Tristan gloated, “Those were sent to a burner phone,” Tristan confirmed further. Azazel didn’t accept that he was wrong. Instead, he changed the topic, “How is Mom, Tris?"“Same condition, no improvement,” Tristan answered, settling in the seat before his brother. “Hmm,” Azazel sighed.“We have a meeting with the Germans in an hour,” Tristan answered, straightening his suit jacket. A playful smile adorned Azazel’s face, “Do we now?”Tristan rolled his eyes, “I know what you are thinking,” Tristan was displeased that his brother thought he was taking interest in the business. “I am only here because you need support Zae,” he got up, grabbing himself a coke. He opened it, gulping the contents down.“Really?” Azazel put his fist under his chin.“Dad asked me to do it,” Tristan’s words made Azazel look down
Athena’s blood froze at sight, she didn’t expect him to pull this stunt, and before she could say anything, she collapsed on the floor. She felt a cold liquid seep through her veins, she tried getting up, wanting to run away, but her body didn’t want to cooperate. It was as if she was being sent into an induced shock. Azazel put the gun back in his car. The dart stuck in her neck seemed to pump liquid in lower concentrations. Her eyes got heavy, and she was fighting hard against the diazepam flowing through her system, but the drug’s effects were stronger than her willpower. He immediately ran to her, “put the fire out, clear the debris,” he instructed his team, holding Athena in his arms. “You,” she tried to form words, “ha…. How dare…” she trailed off. “Shh, baby girl sleep,” his words made her lose her consciousness, and she fell limp in his arms. He carried her to his car in his arms. Azazel settled in the back seat, her head was on his chest, and his eyes were on her. He s
He got up from her while Athena lay there crying. She was scared and tired, “please?” she begged. “Oh, baby girl, I didn’t do anything yet,” he smiled. “Why are you crying?” he asked her, licking his lips. “You shouldn’t cry,” he winked, “at least, not yet,” his words made her still. Her thoughts made her imagine the worst, “Is he going to hit her, or worse, kill her? “You have to save those tears, doll. Save them,” he walked over to the table. He looked at her terror-stricken face. He grabbed a whip. Athena’s eyes bulged, “No, No, Please,” she begged. “Please, don’t hit me,” she sniffled. He wasn’t going to hit her. He would never do that, but that doesn’t mean he won’t enjoy her fear. He wouldn’t lay a hand on her now or ever. He will chop his hand out before he can even think of it. “I am not going to hit you, doll. I will do something else,” he turned around. Her eyes almost shot out of her sockets. “Oh, come on, doll face. What happened to this fear earlier?” he lashed
Golden light shimmered through the window, and the bright light woke up the entire city, yet two bodies didn’t seem to give in to the morning warmth. The man snuggled more into the woman’s warmth, loving the supple feeling her fresh skin gave him. The girl opened her eyes as if she were waking up after 100 years. She had been knocked out cold the previous night. She had no memory of what happened, but the pain in her ass told her otherwise. She winced, trying to move away, but a heavy weight held her in place. The wince woke up Azazel. He stirred, shielding his eyes from sunlight. The hard rays made him scrunch his brows. He looked to the side to see Athena looking foggy, “Good morning,” he wished her hovering on top. Athena’s body immediately went into fight or flight mode, and she frantically tried to move away, “Uh…” he stopped her by holding her in place, “Don’t move,” he hid his head in her neck, breathing there. His warm breath made her even more scared. Each time she had w
“Hello, Thena,” she heard a voice, and her heart soared with despair, sadness, and hope. She knew that voice all too well. In fact, she wanted that voice to call her name again and again. She didn’t need an introduction to who it was.“Toro?” she ran to her brother, hugging him tightly. The teenager stumbled back due to the force with which Athena hugged him but composed himself in a second and returned the hug, not wanting to let go either. Athena’s sadness dripped down her eyes like the river waiting to hit the dam after the first ice melted. The icicles in her heart melted one by one, flowing down. A strange feeling settled in her stomach, the feeling of sadness and hope. Sad that she and her brother couldn’t be together and they had to meet in secret. She didn’t know the reason why her brother wanted to see her. All she knew was that he was here for her. Will he blame her again? Perhaps, but she didn’t want to think about that. At this moment, she needed her only family, her brot
Azazel was mad at everything going on; he usually maintains his calm façade, but he raised his voice at his sister for the first time in his life, which was not sitting well with him. Athena is the reason for it. Ending it is the only way he can get back his family. This tug-of-war between his family, himself, and his mind was eating his brain like a maggot eating a dead body. He has to put a period if he has to free his brain from this torture. His anger did not reduce even when he stopped at his apartment. He threw his car keys at his guard. Grabbing a gun, he stepped down, tucking it away in his waistband. This is it, and he cannot go back. He will kill her today and free everyone from this misery. He unlocked the main entrance and entered inside. The house was quiet, eerily so. He didn’t like it a bit. The dark atmosphere was hitting him like a sucker punch in the gut. His gut feeling told him something was off. He is not a person who ignores a gut feeling. He isn’t someone who be